The key grated as he turned it. The portal swung back, and
Tom and his friend found themselves inside the shed which, of late, had
been such an object of worry and conjecture to the young inventor. What
would he find there?
"Flash the light," he called to Mr. Damon in a hoarse whisper.
The eccentric man drew it from his packet He pressed the spring switch,
and in an instant a brilliant shaft of radiance shot out, cutting the
intense blackness like a knife. Mr. Damon flashed it on all sides.
But to the amazement of Tom and his companion, it did not illuminate the
broad white wings and stretches of canvas of an aeroplane It only shone
on the bare walls of the shed, and on some piles of rubbish in the
corners. Up and down, to right and left, shot the pencil of light.
"There's--there's nothing here!" gasped Tom,
"I--I guess you're right!" agreed Mr. Damon "The shed is empty!"
"Then where is Andy Foger building his aeroplane?" asked Tom in a
whisper; but Mr. Damon could not answer him.
Chapter Nine
A Trial Flight
For a few moments after their exclamations of surprise Tom and Mr.
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